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incredulous.
“Oh, Spencer. Come on. It’s all innocent. I just really need to have a little heart to heart with you and I wanted to make sure you couldn’t go anywhere. Plus, I had to be sure you were telling me the truth about being unarmed. It was all a precaution, really. You’ll be fine,” he said with a smug grin.
I stared daggers into him. “How long was I out?”
“Oh, not long. Maybe fifteen minutes.” His voice was calm and disinterested and as I studied him closer I realized he was holding a matte black pistol in his right hand, moving it about as he talked, pacing back and forth.
Oh, thank God. SWAT should be arriving any minute. At the rendezvous point about a mile out, we had all agreed that if I had proved unsuccessful at luring Calvin out of the house, after fifteen minutes they would storm in and secure the perimeter to make sure he couldn’t slip away and he would be taken into custody. Obviously this wasn’t the ideal scenario because they would be coming in blind, but it was all we could manage on such short notice.
“Hey Cal…,” I said, treading lightly. “Where’s Emily?” As I looked around in the tiny space of the shack, I realized she was nowhere to be found. Instead, there were multiple computer screens, monitoring equipment and lots and lots of weaponry. Holy shit. It looked like a mad scientist’s lab and the seriousness of the situation truly started to sink in.
He stopped dead in his tracks and whipped his head in my direction, the expression on his face overflowing with anger. “Goddammit, Spence! Can we stop talking about that fucking whore for one fucking minute, PLEASE! I’m so goddamn sick of hearing about her and quite frankly, I should have killed her a long time ago. Just like before!” he screamed, as he waved his loaded hand at me, the gun pointing right at my face.
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away, bracing for impact. This is it, I thought, this is how I’m going to die. As I held my breath in anticipation of my imminent death, images of Emily flashed through my mind along with all the other things I would never get to experience—like having a wife and kids and growing old with them, creating happy memories that could maybe make up for my not-so-happy childhood and the scars that I still carried around from my first marriage.
And it was right at that moment that I heard a pop and felt a muffled ringing sensation in my ears, along with shards of glass flying in every direction. Fuck. Calvin shot me. He really fuckin’ shot me, I realized in disbelief.
As I turned my head to look at him, to ask him why he’d done this to me, the first thing that caught my eye was the blood all over my pants, my shoes, the floor. I couldn’t figure out where I’d been shot. I didn’t feel any pain, but maybe it was just the adrenaline. But as I shifted my gaze, that’s when I saw him: Calvin. He was hunched over in a pile on the floor, his gun still entangled in his fingers, a vacant look in his eyes, his cheek pressed against the dilapidated wood floor.
I looked down at my body, suddenly realizing that the blood wasn’t mine. It was Calvin’s. He had been shot. But how? By who?
I stared at him in disbelief as blood oozed from his neck, a sick gurgling sound escaping his lips as he struggled to breathe. He stared back at me, with his hand outstretched towards me. As I sat there in shock studying him, I was beginning to think he was dead.
But as I watched him, his lips twisted into the shape of an evil grin and he whispered, “I killed her.” And then, with one final raspy breath, his body went limp.
Chapter 10
Emily
I awoke to a sharp popping sound, my head snapping to attention. I immediately winced in pain—the response to a pounding migraine that was setting up a permanent residence at the base of my skull and I suddenly remembered why I had been unconscious in the first place. Calvin . The memory was still fuzzy, but it was
“Oh, Spencer. Come on. It’s all innocent. I just really need to have a little heart to heart with you and I wanted to make sure you couldn’t go anywhere. Plus, I had to be sure you were telling me the truth about being unarmed. It was all a precaution, really. You’ll be fine,” he said with a smug grin.
I stared daggers into him. “How long was I out?”
“Oh, not long. Maybe fifteen minutes.” His voice was calm and disinterested and as I studied him closer I realized he was holding a matte black pistol in his right hand, moving it about as he talked, pacing back and forth.
Oh, thank God. SWAT should be arriving any minute. At the rendezvous point about a mile out, we had all agreed that if I had proved unsuccessful at luring Calvin out of the house, after fifteen minutes they would storm in and secure the perimeter to make sure he couldn’t slip away and he would be taken into custody. Obviously this wasn’t the ideal scenario because they would be coming in blind, but it was all we could manage on such short notice.
“Hey Cal…,” I said, treading lightly. “Where’s Emily?” As I looked around in the tiny space of the shack, I realized she was nowhere to be found. Instead, there were multiple computer screens, monitoring equipment and lots and lots of weaponry. Holy shit. It looked like a mad scientist’s lab and the seriousness of the situation truly started to sink in.
He stopped dead in his tracks and whipped his head in my direction, the expression on his face overflowing with anger. “Goddammit, Spence! Can we stop talking about that fucking whore for one fucking minute, PLEASE! I’m so goddamn sick of hearing about her and quite frankly, I should have killed her a long time ago. Just like before!” he screamed, as he waved his loaded hand at me, the gun pointing right at my face.
I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away, bracing for impact. This is it, I thought, this is how I’m going to die. As I held my breath in anticipation of my imminent death, images of Emily flashed through my mind along with all the other things I would never get to experience—like having a wife and kids and growing old with them, creating happy memories that could maybe make up for my not-so-happy childhood and the scars that I still carried around from my first marriage.
And it was right at that moment that I heard a pop and felt a muffled ringing sensation in my ears, along with shards of glass flying in every direction. Fuck. Calvin shot me. He really fuckin’ shot me, I realized in disbelief.
As I turned my head to look at him, to ask him why he’d done this to me, the first thing that caught my eye was the blood all over my pants, my shoes, the floor. I couldn’t figure out where I’d been shot. I didn’t feel any pain, but maybe it was just the adrenaline. But as I shifted my gaze, that’s when I saw him: Calvin. He was hunched over in a pile on the floor, his gun still entangled in his fingers, a vacant look in his eyes, his cheek pressed against the dilapidated wood floor.
I looked down at my body, suddenly realizing that the blood wasn’t mine. It was Calvin’s. He had been shot. But how? By who?
I stared at him in disbelief as blood oozed from his neck, a sick gurgling sound escaping his lips as he struggled to breathe. He stared back at me, with his hand outstretched towards me. As I sat there in shock studying him, I was beginning to think he was dead.
But as I watched him, his lips twisted into the shape of an evil grin and he whispered, “I killed her.” And then, with one final raspy breath, his body went limp.
Chapter 10
Emily
I awoke to a sharp popping sound, my head snapping to attention. I immediately winced in pain—the response to a pounding migraine that was setting up a permanent residence at the base of my skull and I suddenly remembered why I had been unconscious in the first place. Calvin . The memory was still fuzzy, but it was
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